Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 11

NO HATE INTENDED IN THIS CHAPTER. It is a story. I don't know anything about Harry's relationships (real or not) so please do not take this chapter to heart. It's specifically written for the book, not because of hatred. Although I'm not a huge Hendall shipper, I've never sent hate to her or Taylor. PLEASE DO NOT GET MAD AT ME. I AM NOT HATING, I SWEAR. c; Enjoy<3

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Chapter 11 – Harry’s P.O.V.

            “Kendall?” I asked dumbly as the brunette stood before me.

            She gave me a small smile with a little wave. “Hey there, Harry.”

            “Erm… What do you want?” I questioned, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly.

            Kendall shrugged. “Management said I should come and visit you. They said it’d be best if they saw me out with you while on your vacation,” she explained.

            I groaned, rolling my eyes as they fell onto the clock. I had to get Valerie soon. Thinking this, I said, “Sorry, Kendall. I have some, erm, things to do,” I stammered.

            “You can’t say no. It’s management,” she muttered. “It’s just for a couple of minutes.”

            I knew the boys would be listening in from the kitchen, but they already knew the whole “Hendall” thing was a publicity stunt. They get pretty fucking annoying after a while when you can’t even see who you want.

            “I don’t have a couple minutes,” I told her, grabbing my keys off the counter. “Maybe some other day. Management isn’t going to die.”

            Kendall sighed, raking her fingers through her hair. “Fine, but at least let me walk out with you. At least then we’ll be spotted together and management won’t chew other of our asses out,” she said.

            “Whatever, sure,” I sputtered.

            Walking beside Kendall out the door didn’t feel right. I’d much rather be walking beside Valerie at this moment, holding her hand and never letting go. It’s crazy how fast feelings can actually develop, but I don’t mind them. We’ll balance each other out; she can be obsessed with me and I’ll be obsessed with her.

            It’s a beautiful compromise.

Valerie’s P.O.V.

‘Cause no one ever looked so good,

In a dress and it hurts, because I know you won't be mine tonight,

No one ever makes me feel like you do when you smile,

Baby, tell me how to make it right…

            And what was I doing right now?

            Jamming out.

            The end of the day bell just rung and since Stevie was home sick, I had no one barging into my personal bubble. I haven’t listened to my headphones at school in a while, but I was definitely changing that right now. Nobody Compares… Old, but so fucking gold.

            As I was walking towards the bus ramp, I then remembered Harry said he was kidnapping me. The thought instantly brought a smile on my face (well, a bigger one since I was already smiling like an idiot to my music). Remembering this, I walked to car pick and my breath hitched in my throat.